We had one stop left on our West Texas adventure and even though we shortened the trip by a day, we were able to easily change our day use reservation for a much anticipated swim in one of the most unique pools in Texas.

We decided on lunch in Balmorhea beforehand at what looked like 1 of 3 options, but La Cuevo de Oso was some really good TexMex! Beyond that, the town was really interesting. The San Solomon Springs that originates in the pool at the state park has been channeled alongside the road feeding into the surrounding farmlands and continues through the town. The bubbling water and numerous bridges over the canal were so quaint!

The week long rains had made it a little chillier than expected, but we were optimistic to enjoy the consistent spring fed 72* water until we started seeing the storm clouds moving in as we approached the park. Ashlyn, Weston and myself bee lined for the bathroom to change into swimsuits as soon as we parked with thunder already in the distance. Archer and Dad decided 72* was still too cold without sunshine. Our inaugural plunge was aptly off the high dive and we were able to get a couple rounds in before lightening was seen.

A lifeguard confirmed we all needed to clear out and I took the unique opportunity to gets some pictures of the dam system and of the entire historical CCC built pool without people in it! I cannot wait to come back on our way to Big Bend one day! We definitely needed more time and the campground that was undergoing renovations should be ready for us by then!

We waited in the pavilion for the worst of the storm to pass only to catch up with it once on the road getting hailed on before getting to our final hotel night in Fort Stockton. The last leg of the trip home the next day was uneventful and we arrived home grateful for the experiences but ready for rest.

The weather really wreaked havoc on the 2nd half of the trip, but we still experienced so much and I will remain forever thankful to have had this time with my kids and Dad.

-Lindsay

This will be the shortest blog post for a State Park I will likely ever write. Although the once wildly popular tramway has been closed since 2018 due to safety concerns and the entire park (visitor center and hiking trails) has remained closed since covid shutdown, it remains listed as one of TPWD’s 89 parks. So visit it, we must! and we visited as much as they would let us. The gate. hahaha I highly recommend a google image search to enjoy what it was like in it’s prime. Sorry we missed it.

-Lindsay

After a rough final night of wind and rain pounding the camper at Hueco Tanks, we weren’t as excited as we could have been for the scheduled 2 nights of boondock camping in Franklin Mountains near El Paso. Thankfully, the close proximity and early departure from Hueco Tanks gave us ample time to just get there, scope it out and adjust as necessary. We arrived a little after 10 am and were quite surprised by the massive mountain range randomly jutting out of not only the middle of the desert, but a sprawling city as well. The park is situated pretty well at the top of the range and the road there was more like a commuter highway running at high speed with quick elevation gains and very little switchbacks.

We agreed that we would at least check in and see what conditions were like at the campsite. The forecast was dismal again for that night, but optimism got us this far. I knew ahead of time that we would not have connections to electricity or running water (only latrines available in certain areas) as the park operates as more of a day use facility, but we were already equipped with the gear from boondocking at Guadalupe Mountains. However, once we got the camper backed into our gravel pad on the side of the mountain, the wind was already pounding at 20+MPH and rain was on the way. AND we had been at this for 7 nights already. We left the camper, drove 20 minutes down the mountain to a Whataburger (which is still bewildering to me how close the city is) and had a meeting on how to proceed over some much deserved burgers and fries.

The decision was made that we would return to the park and explore for the day, enjoying a hotel that night before starting our journey back East cutting the trip a night short. Our last night was already scheduled to be a hotel after a visit to Balmorrhea and Dad was able to change that reservation. Once back at the park and perusing the trails map, we settled on taking the hike up to view the “Aztec Caves” to be the most worthwhile. Even though it was only a little over a mile roundtrip, it was quite a direct hike maintaining almost a 45degree angle all the way, haha! Our legs were still mad at us from 6 days before!

Nevertheless, we made it to the caves and enjoyed the views within and looking out.

After our hike, we hooked back up to Wanda and headed back down the mountain for the final time. We hit another state park in El Paso (more on that in the next post), and checked into the hotel to get cleaned up for that night’s dinner plan – the haunted Monteleone’s Italian Restaurant. And while no-one in our party had a solid encounter, we thoroughly enjoyed the food and unique ambiance.

Franklin Mountains is a one of a kind park. Surrounded by city and all of the noise, lights and amenities that comes with it, yet still very rugged and off grid. The camping would have been a unique experience that I kind of regret not having, but did I mention it ended up raining again that night? Yea. We were over that. However, all that ruggedness makes for a superb “city park” for folks looking to get into some nature for the day and El Paso is lucky to have it.

-Lindsay

The next stop on our trek farther west was a small state park known for ancient cave paintings and natural water retaining pits in granite hills. The hills formed 30 some odd million years ago as an igneous intrusion (blobs of magma that formed under ground and eventually became exposed through erosion), and the same continued erosion created the hollows on the surface known as hueco’s to the Spanish. The first traces of human presence through pictographs and artifacts dates back to the Paleo Indians and has maintained being a sacred site to various groups through history to today’s Native people. The place definitely has a “vibe.”

Because of the fragile ecosystem and history in the area, access is closely restricted. Almost half the park isn’t accessible unless with a guide. Weeks before our arrival, I booked our campsite and daily passes over the phone with an onsite park ranger. Once there, we were required to watch an orientation video detailing the rules of the park. Each day before hiking in the self guided area, we had to check-in at the headquarters, check out once we were done and then were to remain at our assigned campsite until the next day.

The campsites are large with awesome awnings over the picnic tables and large tent pads. If there is a next time, I scouted some even cooler sites that back up to the hill and cozy up under boulders! We spent the rest of the evening setting up camp and managed to eat dinner before the rain rolled back in.

The next day, we explored the open access area. When we checked in, we were offered a cryptic “map” that would lead us to some of the more popular pictographs in the park. It took effort on everyone’s part to cipher the riddles, but we did eventually make it to the cave and checked out hueco’s along the way.

Once in the cave we forgot about the frustrations of the map and literally laid there in awe of the “masks.” The people of Jornada Mongollon group are credited with this art. They were the first to create a village at the base of the hills ceasing their ancestors nomadic ways. They managed close to 700 years there before series of drought made the huecos unsustainable. We spent some time picking out favorites and discussing who or what they were representing.

That evening we managed to get through dinner and Dad made some adjustments to his tent in time for it to pour again. I guess we can be grateful it wasn’t coming during the day.

We met our tour guide the next morning and set off to see the exclusive pictograph sites. We started at an area with Apache art work from the 1600s that also displayed “historic graffiti” from the mid 1800s scrawled over much of it. The area was used as a stagecoach station during that time and people got bored, I guess. Our guide explained that while much restoration and laser removal of graffiti has taken place in the park since the 90s, anything over 50 years old is considered historic and must remain untouched. Even if it is destructive to previous history.

After that location, we got to see some evidence of Desert Archaic people art dating back to over 2 million years ago! Its shocking any imagery is left, but the combination of minerals used to make the paint and a weathering effect doing the opposite of what you would think, some images remain. One could ponder a long time what exactly they were trying to depict, but the truly astonishing image is a hand print! When our guide pointed it out, no one could see it other than some color on the rock. But, through the powers of technology in a handy dandy app on her phone that detected pigmentation….bam! Caveperson handprint! Wow!

On the way to the last location, we passed some areas where a ranching operation owned the area starting in 1890s and made “improvements” for water retention. El Paso county took over the land on behalf of historical societies in 1956 after the family put the property on the market. After a decade of debate on who the land should belong to, El Paso gave it to TPWD and it became a state park. Local Native tribes still have special access to the sacred land for ritual practices and the last area we went to is still in use.

Our final stop was tucked under a serene outcrop alongside a small pool of water. The outcrop displayed the most modern art work from the Tigua Tribe also known as The Pueblos. They are still an active culture in the area and practice coming of age ceremonies on the site. But their ancestry dates back to the 1600s. Part of their history entailed scouting and guiding Spaniards. One of the images on the rock that they commonly use represents a “way home” and they would often draw it while travelling. That one became my favorite of them all 🙂

Our last night was rough. The rain blew in shortly after we returned to camp that afternoon and behind the rain the wind pounded the rest of the night. I was worried about the canvas most of the night and it was shocking Dad had a tent left. We packed up quickly that following morning feeling pretty worn out and water logged.

Weather aside, this park is in my top 5! The work that TPWD is doing to preserve it is commendable. They are still having to remove graffiti, but at least their protocols are making it easier to catch and prosecute the trespassers. Beyond all the astounding history and geology, there truly is something sacred feeling about the entire area. I guess millions of years of people being drawn to it speaks for itself.

-Lindsay

After hiking to the top of Texas the day before, heading underground the next seemed like the only sensible thing to do! Dad had visited as a kid and still had vague memories of the experience, but it was brand new for the kids and I. I had my reservations about visiting something so “touristy,” but the whole experience was streamlined and crowd maintenance was efficient. We reserved a time slot online 2 days before and we simply showed up before hand and checked in that we were in fact there. We ate our lunch, poked around the gift shop and explored the indoor exhibits until our entrance time. You had the option of starting at the elevator and going straight down then hiking up and out or reversing the order. We opted for some downhill hiking since the previous day’s uphill experience was still with us haha. After a brief orientation with a ranger about staying on the path and not touching formations, we made our descent.

The beginning of the caverns are litter with piles of guano and are quite pungent. Peak season for the Mexican Freetail bats had just ended, but a few full timers remained and a viewing of their evening emergence was a possibility later on. The park hadn’t resumed it’s ranger guided tours yet post covid. Instead, we rented audio guide handhelds. They were easy enough to use and all of the points of interest were clearly numbered for reference, but it was still slightly disappointing as Dad remembers the guide from the past visit as really adding to experience. Also, there are certain areas you can only access via guide that we didn’t get to see. But, the audio was very informative and did its best to be entertaining.

We continued to follow the paved path, taking in the unique and beautiful structures and listening to interesting history until we came into the Big Room. There, you could take a cut off to the elevator and exit or go the longer loop around the perimeter that ceased to be handicap accessible and see more structure. Obviously, we opted for the maximum experience.

Photography in the caverns was allowed, but quite tricky. Dad got better pictures than I could, but it really all comes down to, “you just had to be there.” Nothing will compare to laying your own eyes on it. My favorite “exhibit” was the area called Fairyland. It is covered in short stalagmites that resemble little “people” each with their own characteristics. You could stand there for hours and keep seeing something new. Ashlyn compared everything to food appearances. Archer theorized that the whole thing was made out of clay by some master architect and Weston wasn’t as interested in the main attractions as he was in shining the flashlight he brought in the all the dark corners looking for something new.

We moved through the tour slowly and hit every location on our guide, but still only managed to spend about 2 hours down below. We wanted to make it to 5 o’clock in the caverns so we could see the bats emerge after. But it was only 3:30 and a stormy cool front was making its way into the area. We opted to stay ahead of it and made our way to the hotel in Carlsbad. Our caverns visit was originally going to be a day trip from our camping location in Guadalupe Mountains, but the pending forecast and the previous nights struggle to sleep made us pack up camp and take it with us to Carlsbad. Glad we did! We enjoyed dinner out and rested well while it poured overnight.

Visiting the caverns is definitely something that should be visited at least once. I mostly feel like I am one and done with it. However, a new adjoining cavern was discovered in the mid 80s that is still only accessible by approved scientific researchers while they explore its pristine and unique ecosystem. If Lechuguilla Cave ever opened to the public, I would be persuaded to see what is going on back there. The kids would go back tomorrow, though!

-Lindsay

Yep. We have now been there and done that. After carrying the goal of climbing the tallest peak in Texas around on a bucketlist for years, we did the dang thang.

The park was actually stop #2 of a 7 park, 10 day trip that we had planned all year with my newly retired dad to tackle with us. We started October 1st with an overnight at Monahans Sandhills State Park. Second visit for us, first for my dad. The kids were thrilled to be back there and I questioned if starting the trip off covered in sand was the best idea haha. Thank goodness for the parks excellent bathhouses.

The drive from Monahans to the national park the next day was quick and easy and we were set up in our “parking space” by noon. There is no electrical access in this park, only water. RVs park side by side in a parking lot and tent campers have a trail to some pads. There is a bathroom with flushing toilets and one sink as well as a dishwashing station. They also have a water bottle filling station that is filtered. We were aware of all the “boondocking” that this trip would entail ahead of time and Dad came armed with a solar panel, rechargeable battery and a portable refrigerator. So we had lights, charged phones or cold food! All while being good neighbors not running a generator constantly. The weather also stayed just right being 70 and sunny during the day with 40s at night that a good layer of blankets and warm clothing handled.

After getting the camper settled, the kids and I were restless and decided to tackle a hike to Devils Hall which also trailheaded at our campsite. We would be pushing it to get it done before dark, but it seemed doable. My brief research noted there was a large section of the hike where the trail was a “pick your own path” through a creekbed. Not really a big deal, we’re used to a rocky creekbed…except this was a BOULDERED creekbed that took a long time to traverse and was quite the effort. We made it to the first attraction along the trail, “Devil’s Hole,” and took in the crazy geological structure.

The trail beyond was more creekbed and I couldn’t tell how much farther we had to go with the limited trail map provided on line. It seems National Parks are geared towards hikers having handheld GPS capability than just going by a paper map with marked distances. Sooooo after gauging how long it took us to get to that point and still having to make it back, we decided far enough and turned back. Our neighbor later told us we were looking at another mile to the hall and that would have definitely put us back after dark and very exhausted before our big hike the next day. oh well.

We were on the trail to Guadalupe Peak by 7:30am Monday morning. The crowd in the park was fair during the week, but lots of cars had shown up in the pre dawn hours to get started. I’m going to just let pictures tell the story of what we traversed for 6 hours up and 3 hours down with an elevation change of 2,940 feet for 4.2 miles one way to put us at 8,750 feet above sea level. 🙂

It was intense, long, strenuous and could’ve gotten the better of us a few times. But it was also beautiful, historical and adventurous. We saw people give up and turn around with only a mile to go. We also saw people running up and lapping us. The way back down was quicker, but quite painful for all but Archer lol! The kid is built for distance and can keep a pace unlike anything I’ve seen. We were constantly calling him back to us or to at least wait!

The next day, we visited a historical homestead in the park and got a great view of the entire span of trail and peaks we covered.

All of us decided we are “one and done” with this feat. Tackling such a challenge with my dad, who has obviously had a huge hand in teaching me how to take on the hard stuff, along with my own kids made the victory even more special. Maybe, just maybe, they will want to haul their own kids up there one day and *maybe* I’ll do it again then.

There is definitely more to Guadalupe Mountain National Park than just the peak. The mountains are covered in geological marvels and 100s of miles of beautiful trails. One could spend weeks there exploring. The visitor center has a ton of fascinating information on the geographical and geological history for the area and then to see evidence of it in person is remarkable. I wouldn’t mind going back and making it all the way to Devil’s Hall at least!

-Lindsay

**I’m going to try some major catch up on posts the next couple of days. I’m 8 behind haha!**

At the beginning of March, Nathan was sent to North Carolina to attend a week long class for the new role he took on at work. And I was able to tag along! The kids spent the week in Houston with their grandparents and I took myself sightseeing everyday and had datenight with Nathan each evening. It was a fantastic time! Aside from the air travel. Which, at this point, I’ve mostly blocked from my brain so its whatever.

We landed in Asheville on a Monday and hit a couple of breweries (of which there are more than 50 in a relatively small city) having some tasty beers and food before the 30 minute drive to Lake Junaluska where the hotel and Nathan’s class were.

Tuesday morning, Nathan started his class and I took the day to sightsee locally. Lake Junaluska is a small resort community built on a man made lake bordering Waynesville. The area had summer camp and retirement community vibes and the hotel we were staying in was one of 2 on the lake and was the older of the 2, but carried more charm. But in some ways it reminded me of the hotel from “The Shining” lol! I enjoyed strolling the 3.5mile paved trail around the lake and was back at the hotel for some rest before heading out to dinner with Nathan.

After going into Waynesville the night before for dinner and seeing its cute, walkable downtown; I spent Wednesday’s afternoon checking out shops and had a yummy lunch at local brewpub.

Thursday was my biggest adventure day yet! I got up and out early and drove about 40 minutes into the Smoky Mountain National Park and did some serious hiking! I entered the park via the Oconaluftee Visitor Center and drove the Newfound Gap Road up and over the ridge of the Appalachian Trail, into Tennessee to access the trailhead for Chimney Tops. The drive alone was an adventure with the narrow roads, sharp turns, tunnels and intense elevation change. Empty water bottles in the floor board were crushing in on themselves! The Chimney Tops Trail came up as one of many points of interest for the park when I was researching hiking, but I chose it along with Alum Caves due to their relatively short mileage and accessibility. All other park roads were still closed for the winter and other POI’s would be quite a hike in. Chimney Tops was under 4 miles round trip, but was a doozy due to the constant elevation gain. But I made it and thoroughly enjoyed my break at the top watching the “smoke” move through the mountains. The trek down was 10 times easier although just as daunting due to the angle, but I enjoyed the scenery a little more.

Making my way back to North Carolina, I drove to the next trailhead already pretty tired, but curiosity of the cave made me head out again. This trail would be 5 miles roundtrip but didn’t have much elevation change. Unfortunately I didn’t make that destination. The hike was beautiful meandering along Alum Cave Creek, but the fatigue won and I turned around under the 2 mile mark. I did get to see and walk through an awesome washout in the mountain side and that satisfied my cave craving just fine.

I got back to the hotel that evening just in time for dinner and rewarded my muscles with some cold beers.

Friday was my last solo day and it was entirely spent at Biltmore Estate in Asheville. I walked the gardens until my 11 am tour time and spent the next hour in awe of the grandeur and history of the manor. The audio guide was thorough and entertaining. I thought about dedicating an entire blog post to this one experience, but will instead leave it as a photo dump and the recommendation to add it to your list. 🙂 It came highly recommended to me by a few people and after experiencing it I’m glad to say, “been there, done that.” The entire experience is grand and most appreciatively structured for hot tourist destination.

It was finally Saturday and after Nathan aced his test that morning, we were free to sightsee TOGETHER for the rest of the day as we didn’t fly back until Sunday. I had spent the week coming up with all the outdoorsy things we could do…mostly in the Smoky Mountains and the day had finally come annnnnddddd we woke up to a blanket of snow with more falling. That, of course, lead to road closures and the National Park being closed. Whomp Whomp. Nathan was determined to put his Texan driving skills to test on snow covered roads and found an opened route to the north of the mountains that would get us into Tennessee. We got into Sevierville; had lunch at a cool little tap room/cafe, then we went into Smoky Mountain Knifeworks and after some gawking, came out with a pocket knife for each boy and a bracelet for Ashlyn that actually had her name on it.

From there, we drove through Pigeon Forge into Gatlinburg enjoying both the natural snowcapped scenery as well as the gaudy tourist attractions. Pigeon Forge seemed like it was trying to be the Las Vegas of Tennessee. We did some walking along the main drag of Gatlinburg, enjoyed a brewery there and impulsively ducked into a “museum” of famous cars. lol! We both got a kick out of it and enjoyed the photo ops. Google Maps led us back to the hotel via some cool but questionable back roads, then it was time to rest up for our travel day back home.

This area definitely made the “got to bring the kids back here” list. We would probably stay on the Tennessee side that trip. They would enjoy Gatlinburg and Momma needs to see that cave still! We’re so grateful for our support people holding down the fort and yay for work sending us Nathan awesome places 😉

-Lindsay

We finally checked this one off the list! Guadalupe River State Park shares a boundary line with this day-use-only-must-be-admitted-under- the-supervision-of-a-guide natural area, but when we visited the neighboring state park in August of 2021, it was on a weekday and tours only take place on the weekends. Womp Womp. Luckily, Ashlyn requested a revisit to Guadalupe for her birthday THIS year so I selfishly plugged in a “while we’re there” event. She didn’t mind too much since there would be an old farmhouse to explore as well. So about a month in advance (these things reportedly book up) I scheduled us for May 8th to tour this pristine 2,000+ acre piece of hill country.

We met our Guide/Master Naturalist/Caver/State Park Volunteer at 9am that morning along with a supervising guide and about 15 other people and started off on a 2 mile hike that they estimated would take about 2 hours.

Our main attraction of the hike would be the creek itself, but along the way, our Master Naturalist pointed out numerous plant species. He took a liking to Weston, who stepped right up to sample any plant he deemed edible.

Around half way, there were a few tables set out with bones and unique rocks that had been found in the park and the kids enjoyed the hands on experience. We also saw an Eagle Scout built Brown-headed Cowbird trap. Apparently cowbirds are negatively affecting the song bird population by parasitically laying eggs in other bird’s nests to be hatched and the inferior chicks push the original young out. That was some new, wild information! We were not able to see how the trap worked, but hopefully it is effective.

Eventually we made our way down to the creek where numerous picnic tables were available and we were invited to sit, snack and take it all in.

Our return to the starting point was a more direct ascent up the hill and we were soon back at the farmhouse and were able to explore it as well. Before the state owned the property, it was a working ranch until the 60s and owned by the Weidner Family. Luckily, the house remains preserved by the park and descendants of the family still have annual reunions there. Just gotta love the details of an old house. 🙂

Our 2 mile hike took 3 hours due to numerous stops to look at plant details….. not our favorite way to explore a park. Botany is no doubt interesting, but even Ashlyn was forcing interest towards the end. I do, however, fully understand why they protect this area so fiercely and limit human traffic. There is a war of sorts occurring between state conservationists, landowners and developers over this spring fed resource that feeds into the Guadalupe River. The spring bubbles out on private property and the creek dumps in the river on state property and neighborhood developers just keep punching wells into the water table. Lots of tensions and lots of websites available to dig into for those interested. But at the moment, it seems private landowner and conservationists are on the same side and they’re going to make sure the area stays as natural as ever.

-Lindsay

** Well! A year flew by fast! Here’s hoping my memory will help me catch up.**

During our September visit to ETX, we pit stopped at Buescher State Park for two nights and had the opportunity to day trip Bastrop State Park just 12 miles away via a scenic park road. It was a beautiful, hilly, winding drive along a ridge and the forest’s comeback from wildfires ten years ago made for a very unique landscape. The wildfires destroyed much of Bastrop State Park’s “Lost Pines” and threatened it’s historic CCC structures. While TPWD has made great strides in reforestation and restoring facilities, much of the park was still closed. And since we opted to take the scenic route instead of exiting Buescher and entering from the highway, we only made it as far as the trailhead parking on the far side of the park before the through road was closed. But the park is quite small and their alert system was very thorough, so we had a hiking route planned to hit all the major sights.

The start of the trail was entertaining and fun with small hills, bridges and switchbacks. Shade was lacking since there were few tall tree survivors.

We made our way past some beautiful campsites in a valley that showcased what the entire park once looked like, then up on the ridge past some pull through sites.

Once in the day use area, we scoped out the exquisite cabins. Seriously, they were a kind of craftsmen style with tall ceilings, wood floors, elaborate trimwork…. glamping for sure! Coupled with the cabins were the most stunning bathhouse facilities with incredibly cold air conditioning. I definitely appreciated the addition of a dishwashing station!

From there, we strolled past the CCC built refectory, swimming pool (closed for the season) and former golf pro shop. The golf course was open until 2015, now the golfcart paths are incorporated into the hiking trails.

Our final stop was park headquarters where we officially checked in (haha) and enjoyed some ice cream. We had now travelled the entire park! Time to head back the way we came! Not the kids favorite thing to hear, but they managed. They liked the hilly trails more than flat sidewalk and road hiking.

Bastrop is a beautiful park with dozens of creature comforts available. There’s many points of interest to enjoy between the old history and the more recent history. However the park is somewhat small, the campsites lack privacy and the proximity to highway 71 makes for constant road noise. We would likely still choose the more “dated” neighbor, Buescher State Park, for our camping needs. But that Blue Bell at Bastrop headquarters sure did hit the spot. 😁

-Lindsay

50 STATE PARKS VISITED! Whoohoo! And while we’re past the milestone of half way, there’s something cool about accumulating 50 park visits. 😁 Buescher didn’t carry any particular significance for being our 50th, but rather timed out as a convenient pitstop on our way to ETX to visit friends before the busy holidays at the end of 2021. I had originally looked at Bastrop SP, but due to almost half the campsites being closed for renovations, it was mostly booked. Uniquely enough, Buescher is located 12 miles away connected by a scenic park road and had plenty of openings.

On Wednesday, September 29, we arrived and were set up by 2:30. Ready to explore, we checked out a CCC built recreation hall and the walkways around it before heading to the outskirts of the park closer to Bastrop SP to explore more of the “Lost Pines.”

A quick history note: in 2011 the area was ravaged by a month long wild fire that destroyed thousands of acres in the geographical phenomenon of a pine tree forest in central Texas. 10 years later, the obvious effects remain while showcasing mother nature’s ability to rebound.

The 2.75ish mile hike through pine gulch was incredible. The terrain of the trail was highly entertaining and challenging with it’s elevation changes and switchbacks. It was also shocking to exit a towering canopy of ancient pine trees into an open area of charred remains and new growth displaying the fires’ movement.

We called it a day after that with some dinner back at camp and an early bedtime. We would be exploring Bastrop State Park the next day. And I will go ahead and make note now that we were really happy with our stay at Buescher. The campsites are private and sizable. Ours had a small trail accessing the lake, but it was supposed to be off limits while we were there as they were repairing the dam and other structures around it. After our day visit to Bastrop, and checking out their amenities, I think I would continue to book at Buescher for the peace and quiet. Even if their bathhouses aren’t as swanky 😉

-Lindsay